My Darling Sick Beauty

When Jiang Zheliu wakes up again, what he sees is the well built pine house.

The upper and lower floors are covered by screens and rolling curtains, and even the furniture is well placed. The fire that made the fire before has been put out. Instead, it is a copper magic weapon. As long as you add a little magic method to it, it can burn and drive away the cold.

Jiang Zheliu looked at the copper stove for a while, then looked down at his white and bloodless palm.

There's no magic.

He raised his eyes and saw Chang Qian with black hair and black eyes sorting things in the room. He put the white plum picked from the back of Zhongnanshan into a porcelain vase and put it on the bookcase by the window.

Chang Qian put the vase well, turned around and looked at the broken willows on the river. He shook his eyes and said carefully, "immortal?"

That's what he heard from the devil.

Chang Qian had no place to go except here, and when he found that the immortal could save his life, he naturally refused to leave. He said eagerly, "in order to help the immortal, I'd like to stay with you... Well... Serve the immortal!"

Jiang Zheliu took a look at him and knocked on the copper stove: "make a fire."

Chang Qian obediently went over and injected a trace of evil spirit into it. As soon as the head of the beast on the cover of the copper stove lit up, a flame immediately lit up in his belly, driving away the cold of the snowy day in Zhongnan mountain.

Jiang Zheliu is still wearing that fluffy Cape, snow-white heavy, heavy to cover him. Inside, it looks like a very thin fairy robe. The color is like light ink. There is no unnecessary decoration.

A few strands of his white hair fell down and wound around his shoulder. At the moment, I reached out across a little distance to get close to the warmth, and the green and white knuckles were warmed, like the jade reflected by the fire.

Chang Qian was stunned again.

He stares at each other's long eyelashes and his face... After a while, Chang Qian's face turns red slowly. He suddenly withdraws his eyes and says dryly, "xianzun, how long are you going to live here..."

"Live till I die." Jiang Zheliu took a look at him, "don't call xianzun, I'm not anymore."

Chang Qian didn't understand this sentence. He pulled his sleeve nervously and said, "can I, can I call you brother?"

Jiang Zheliu's eyes stopped for a moment and turned from the burning fire. He seemed to think of some past events. After a while, he said: "it's up to you."

Chang Qian was elated and felt quite dependent. He happily went upstairs to continue to pack up.

Jiang Zheliu warmed his hands for a while, and then he got rid of all the chill. Although he looks comfortable on the surface, he always has pain in his body from time to time.

It's just that he doesn't care.

He was carrying a storage magic weapon, not his original one, but the most simple and common one that can be used without psychic power. Jiang Zheliu packed some wine, tea, dust, and some books in the heaven and earth bag on the outside of the sachet, but he didn't take anything else.

The wind outside moved.

He warmed another pot of wine, poured it into the cup, and took a few sips slowly with the porcelain cup in his hand.

This is the common wine of Lingxiao sect. It is made for the monks to maintain the Taoist body. Jiang Zheliu used to drink as water, but now his Tao is destroyed, so he shouldn't drink more.

The medicinal wine was very warm, but when the second cup entered the abdomen, it had already caused a heavy internal injury. The pain spreads from the heart like a needle.

Jiang Zheliu coughed two times gently. He didn't expect that he was vulnerable to this point. He subconsciously held the bed with one hand. When he grasped the side of the bed, the back of his hand was tight, and his finger bones were still ringing. A heavy pain was close to him, which made him frown.

From the gradually close cough, his pale and colorless lips were stained with bright red, and his shoulders trembled.

The heavy cloak slipped from his shoulders, revealing his snow-white blouse.

The wind moved, and the footsteps outside stopped.

Jiang Zheliu was in great pain. He didn't pay attention to the slight sound of footsteps. His palms were full of cold sweat, and he gasped for breath.

The man outside the window didn't know whether to come in or not.

Wen renye did not expect that he would meet Lingxiao immortal Zun again in this way.

In his memory, he only remembers the sword hundreds of years ago. He only remembers standing on the cloud platform of Lingxiao sect in white. Behind him, the clouds are ethereal and cold as ice.

Lingxiao sword in his hand is a peerless sword. Only Jiang Zheliu's straight hand when he holds it tightly is the end result of this sword's life.

The night stands still.

He remembers Jiang Zheliu and the gorgeous and overwhelming light of the sword at that time. I remember the passionate blood and the old scar when the sword light crossed my heart. I also remember the other side's look——

I can hardly see the light.

He became famous when he was young. For the first time, he was defeated by others.

Wen renye's boiling blood for challenging him again cools down slowly.

He is Jiang Zheliu.

How could he be like this?

The news of mending the boundary membrane and the change of the leader has not been introduced into the demon world. In the eyes of the demon world, Lingxiao sect still has an incomparable immortal who is the leader of the four immortal sects. Jiang xianzun is the leader of the world.

Until I heard that he came here at night and saw the picture of his lips stained with blood, frowning and coughing.

Just when the new demon stopped outside the window, Jiang Zheliu wiped off the blood on his lips, slightly raised his eyes, and just took a picture with the person outside the window.

Then, he looked at the black demon standing outside the window, suddenly a little nervous.

"Who are you?" Asked Jiang Zheliu.

When he heard that he was full of murderous and aggressive, he was frozen away by the other party's current situation. When Jiang Zheliu raised his eyes and asked questions, his evil heart, which was under the scar of the sword in his heart, began to beat wildly without warning, and made him jump.

He hasn't seen each other so close.

"I'm the new neighbor," he said after a moment's mediation

Jiang Zheliu was silent for a moment and said, "Zhongnanshan has never been inhabited."

"So it's new." I heard that at night, I pushed the door through the window, approached the small building, took off my long black fur cape, took off my cold, and sat opposite to the river broken willow.

In front of the eyes of the demons, their black hair is tied up and their eyes are dark purple. In their beautiful appearance, they have some sharp and extremely destructive power. Even in extremely peaceful mood, they can make people fear.

The shapes of the demons are all disguised. Their demons are what they looked like when they were born.

Jiang Zheliu took a light look at him, pushed the medicinal wine aside, made tea with the copper stove at hand, and said, "as you live, the mountain is not mine."

Hearing people staring at him at night, their eyes fell on the frosty skin between their necks.

"Just don't disturb me often, even if you live next to me." Jiang Zheliu seldom makes tea with his own hands, and his movements are somewhat astringent. "I don't have to knock on the door, I sleep all day."

I heard what people wanted to say at night, but when I saw his long white hair, I suddenly got stuck again, but my eyes were more and more anxious and full of anxiety.

He didn't realize how strong and explicit his eyes were.

Jiang Zheliu brewed tea and gently blew on the water. Then he slowly asked, "have I offended you?"

He did not wait for the other party to answer, and continued: "you look like you want to kill me, or you want to rape before you kill me."

Wen renye: "first rape, then kill?"

"Yes." Jiang Zheliu said as he put his cape on his shoulder. "I should have never offended a devil of your age. Otherwise, I would have cut off the grass at that time. You have no life to stand in front of me."

Wen renye still looked at him and then said, "I won't hurt you. Don't you remember me? "

Jiang Zheliu looked at him: "should I remember?"

I was stunned at the news.

It's hard to describe how it feels.

In fact, a large part of the fact that Wen Ren Ye has come to this day is related to the gorgeous and powerful sword at the beginning, and to the man in front of us. He is a self-cultivation maniac. He only has the ability to become stronger and improve himself. He must be strong enough to approach and surpass him.

Not long ago, Wen renye broke through the realm and achieved half a step of the golden immortal's ability. He took over the position of the devil from his father, but Jiang Zheliu went out to travel, and his whereabouts were uncertain, so he couldn't find it. After consolidating his cultivation, he just learned the news that the other party was in Zhongnanshan. He came with full of fire and desire, but God only gave him this scene.

Hearing the night, his eyes moved down, looking at his slender fingers, his skin was bloodless, revealing the pale color of sickness.

The flame went out and was covered with frost.

Jiang Zheliu only asked this question, and he didn't continue. Although he didn't know who was in front of him and didn't have an impression of him, he did feel that there was no intention to kill in the other party's complex emotions. As long as there was no intention to kill, he didn't care about the details.

In the hands of the bitter tea blowing warm, Jiang Zheliu bowed to drink a small mouthful, extremely bitter taste flowing by. However, he did not move his eyebrows. He drank a whole cup habitually, and even poured a cup to Wen renye in a rare and friendly way.

When he heard that renye took the tea, he took a sip of it. Then he was numb and choked by the strong bitter taste. He looked up at Jiang Zheliu, who was still drinking tea. He almost doubted his taste: "how do you drink this?"

He did not ask a word, and then pressed the next sentence: "you are so sick, how can you still be here alone? What about the Lingxiao sect? And your hair... "

Hearing that he took a deep breath at night, he didn't know where his anger came from. He calmed down for a moment, reached out and touched the white hair on the Bank of the river.

Hair like snow, withered and cold, almost no luster.

"How could you be like this?"

He finally asked.

Jiang Zheliu drank tea slowly, took out a hand to hold his finger, and took back the hand that the devil touched indiscriminately regardless of his relatives and relatives. He said, "ask yourself."

The temperature of his skin is low, and after touching with his hands, it seems even colder. But this very short contact, but let the heart of hearing the night jump up again, like a runaway wild horse that can't stop, hopping in front of the river broken willow, completely against the reason.

He seemed to be scalded and jerked his hand back.

If this runaway wild horse has a place to have fun, the grassland must be called "love at first sight."

The demon lord, who doubted his intention, had a fever in his head. He almost wanted to dig out the deer that was about to be killed. He was afraid that the smell of blood would frighten the other party, so he put up with it and said, "don't touch me."

Jiang Zheliu was silent for a few moments: "didn't you tease me first?"

"How can I..."

"Lift my hair."

Hearing people's talk at night, he was silent for a long time, watching Jiang Zheliu drink the bitter cup of tea as if nothing had happened to him.

There was a faint chill on the other side, whether it was by the heater or not, which was emitted from the inside out.

Hearing people watching him through the fire at night, the deer in my heart would jump to death. Watching him put down the tea cup, his eyebrows frowned, and there was no light in his dark eyes.

The deer jumped for a long time and sprained its hoof. Everything was in a mess. When he saw the color, his intention disappeared, and the pain was left.

Wen renye took a breath and wanted to ask him if he wanted to go to the demon world with him. Before a word came out, there was an obvious foot sound from upstairs, and the young and cheerful tone.

"Brother, I've cleaned up the second floor! There is a cabinet for books. Do you want to... "

Chang Qian stood on the railing of the stairs, his words stopped abruptly, and he looked at the man sitting opposite Jiang Zheliu. His brain was completely down. Then his voice trembled and he said, "little, little uncle."

Wen renye took a look at him and ignored him. Instead, he said to Jiang Zheliu, "he called you brother?"

"Well." According to Chang Qian's name, Jiang Zheliu connected the events of these days, roughly speculated the identity of the person in front of him, and nodded.

Wen renye didn't know why Chang Qian was taken in by the other party. He pondered for a moment and said, "in fact, I was chased."

Xiao changqian, who was rolling down the wheel, heard this sentence in a moment. He stood beside him stupidly and looked at his little uncle in a daze.

"I have no one to take in either." Wen renye didn't feel how shameless this was.

Chang Qian was completely confused. He looked at his little uncle and then at his immortal brother. He wanted to stop talking and wanted to stop talking.

"I can take care of you, too."

The more people heard the night, the closer they came. In the end, they were only a few inches away from Jiang Zheliu, even breathing in front of them.

Jiang Zheliu's eyelashes trembled slightly and said, "so."

"I live with you." The night way of hearing people.

Jiang Zheliu was stabbed by the powerful evil Qi on the other side. He frowned uncomfortably and said, "if I don't agree?"

"... rape before killing." Men look fierce.

There was a moment of silence in the room, only the wind outside gradually became louder, blowing open the door of the small building.

The sharp evil spirit on the other side almost completely shrouded him and wrapped his broken body. Jiang Zheliu looked at him quietly, raised his hand against each other's eyebrows, pushed back, and said, "go and close the door, I'm cold."

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Fawn: good guy, do you have to kill me when you meet a first and secret lover?

Devil: shh.